Squeeze Me: The Tale of a Slave Queen
Author's Note: This is based off a roleplay, so don't expect to see characters from the series, in any form. The said roleplay is on the IZFAS forum, and it's called Universe at War. This is a story that focuses on three characters, two mine, one other. They're names are Taw (mine), Xiv (mine), and Scythe. This story is a pretty disgusting one, so if you can't stomach sex or rape, or even death, DO NOT read this. If you want character descriptions, setting, the RP is where you'll find them. The story may be slightly modified.
Prologue
Taw sat at her desk, feeding her newborn, Tavvie, at her breast. She looked down at her. Is she really HIS baby? She saw the smeet open her eyes, and there she say that her eyes were that same, disgusting green. Xiv. The bane of her existence, her love's nemesis. But how could one so sweet come from such an evil man? She pondered this in silence.
She used to trust Xiv, he was at first honorable. But one fateful kiss on the cheek later, her love Scythe had cut Xiv's eyes, reddening then with blood. He could still see, but he was not happy. He decided to take revenge, after doing the thousand push-ups ordered by Taw. It had been such a normal day; she was just walking back to her office, stalked by the shell of her pet soldier. She was holding Junior, a clone of Scythe, but this clone was a son to her. And a flash of steel later, Junior was dead. Taw screamed, but Xiv was not quite done yet. He tied Taw's hands, tore off her clothes, and stole her virginity. But off in the distance, Scythe heard. He dashed to save her, but it was too late. Xiv had finished his conquest. Outraged, Scythe pulled out a pistol (with one shot) and missed. Xiv laughed in a disgusting way, but he was distracted. Taw managed to pull her own gun on him, and shot him in the head. He was dead, but his remnants lingered…
Taw looked at Tavvie again, her seafoam-green eyes soulless. Xiv had been recreated, however, and was back with threats to spoil their operation, (Impending Doom III). There was a polite knock on the door. Taw held her breath in hope that it WASN'T him. But it was- he gestured to his crotch and smiled a sickening smile. Taw almost vomited, but she still had to get to work… she put Tavvie down in her small crib and scowled. Taw angrily zipped down his pants and almost bit. Almost. Xiv returned the favor, rubbing her antennae, making her aroused, to her absolute horror. "Heheh, why don't we stop and get those clothes off, honey?" "…" She passively began to strip, and Xiv did too. "That's it…" He violently shoved himself inside of her, making Taw gasp. He thrusted and thrusted, powerfully, and it hurt for her. Xiv never let up. He harshly squeezed her tender breasts, the pinkish milk escaping from them. Then, he pulled her into the most uncompassionate kiss she had ever experienced in her life. It tasted of brutality, hate, and hunger. Disgusting. Right before he was about to release his corrupted seed, her bit Taw's neck, drawing blood. And so he finished, impregnating her with more of his spawn. She fell to the ground, weeping, but her now-husband rushed in, ever so disgusted. He couldn't take it any more… he shot Xiv in the head. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Taw screamed, scared for the sake of her mission, and family. "He was hurting you… I…" The police ships began to show up. Defeated, Scythe called for no resistance. He was escorted with Taw (still naked) to one of them, and their ship was attached to it to be towed. Xiv was carried off in a stretcher, to be reanimated once more.
By the time they were on board, Xiv was already fully functioning. He gave the captain a sizable tip, and now only the four of them (including Tavvie) we on board. To Taw's horror, Scythe was dropped off at a slave planet. It was just them.
And so the story begins.